Under the setting sun, a suffocating, dark veil of fog floated around the place in a spot somewhere in the snow-covered land.
Aida performed a cartwheel and somersaulted continuously in the air before she eventually landed on the ground.
"Hey, you saw the explosion just now too. The people from both sides were scattered by the explosion! There's fog in the area as well!"
Watching the thick black fog that filled the whole sky, she raised her exquisite machete—which was engraved with beautiful patterns—in dissatisfaction and yelled loudly to the direction behind her.
"Can you all not be so annoying? Let's return to our respective homes, can we?"
A figure appeared in a flash, bringing along the fog around him.
The supreme class Blood Clansman, Simon Corleone, emerged from the air. His face was filled with coldness.
He said in a deep voice, "Sure. But before that, someone among us must fall first."
